Six Word Stories: Inflation

Parking meters now accept direct deposit.

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FOTY 1980: Muhammad / Lopez II

This is an entry in an occasional series of posts looking back at the Ring Magazine Fights of the Year from 1970 to 2009.

In 1980, Matthew Saad Muhammad defended his WBC Light Heavyweight championship against Yaqui Lopez. This was their second meeting, Muhammad having defeated Lopez for the fringe NABF title 2 years prior, and Lopez’s 4th (and last) title shot at Light Heavyweight.

Muhammad would ultimately win by 14th round TKO, after knocking Lopez down 4 times in that round. I had scored the first 13 rounds 126-121 for Muhammad, which was a little wider than any of the official judges saw it.

Lopez would retire in 1984 without ever winning a major title; some say he was the best fighter ever to do so. Muhammad would successfully defend his title another 4 times before eventually losing to Dwight Muhammad Qawi. After losing the belt Muhammad’s career went into decline, ending with a 2-7-1 run between 1988 and his retirement in 1992.

Overview

There were two basic themes in this fight: Muhammad’s slight edge on the outside vs. Lopez’s slight edge on the inside, and Muhammad’s greater endurance overcoming Lopez’s early lead on the cards. Over the first half of the bout Lopez was able to control the fight and out-battle Muhammad on the inside, but the ferocious 8th round seemed to be a turning point. After that round Lopez began to seem the more tired of the two, and in my opinion the fight began to slip away from him in the 9th.

Reaction

This was a tough fight between two men of unusual stamina and endurance; one is amazed at both the pace they were able to maintain and the punches that both could absorb. The ebb and flow of the fight was dramatic, as within a round the advantage would first lie with one fighter, then the other, then the first again. (The 8th round is justifiably famous on this score.)

In the end it was Lopez who was knocked out, but there were moments when Muhammad seemed equally liable to fall. As a result, this fight commands one’s attention, as its outcome feels constantly in doubt.

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Heaps

Heaps are slightly obscure data structures that underlie some common higher-level programming constructs, and that may come in handy if you find yourself solving certain classes of problems. (They also come up in certain types of programming interviews, which, to be honest, are the only places I’ve used them directly in the last 15 years.) Once stripped of their obscurity they’re easy to understand, so today I’m going to sketch out a brief overview of the heap data structure.

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Six Word Stories: Competition

Medellin scoffs at San Francisco’s “hills”.

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Change of Direction

I’m going to be changing the blog rules a little bit:

  • I’m going to be posting less. I’ve done over two years of daily posts, and I’ve built up enough content that I feel I can slow down a little.
  • In line with my musings on Connections, I’m going to make the technical stuff broader and shallower; I’m going to focus on introducing and glossing bits of tech that may not have immediately obvious application to what I am (or you are) doing.

Therefore, here’s the new schedule:

  • FOTY Sundays will continue, at least for the next 30 weeks or so.
  • 6WS Tuesdays will continue.
  • Technical Fridays will continue, but will become broader and shallower. Original content is no longer guaranteed; you might just get a bunch of links and quoted commentary on a particular topic.
  • On the other 4 days of the week, I may or may not publish, as the fancy strikes me.

BTW: If there’s something you’d like me to cover on a Technical Friday, feel free to write.

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FOTY 1979: Lopez / Ayala

This is an entry in an occasional series of posts looking back at the Ring Magazine Fights of the Year from 1970 to 2009.

In 1979, Danny “Little Red” Lopez defended his WBC Featherweight championship against Mike Ayala in Ayala’s hometown of San Antonio, Texas. This was a ferocious contest between two almost unbelievably rugged fighters. It was ultimately decided by a 15th round KO that was as much a testament to Lopez’s durability as his power, as he had to weather an extraordinarily difficult fight to even reach the 15th round.

Overview

Ayala fought almost the entire bout backing up, and won a good part of it with that style … not in a technical, “have to score it for him” way, but in a power-punching, dramatic, undeniable way. Lopez, for his part, was a dogged aggressor who survived (there’s no other word for it) the first 8 or so rounds before beginning to wear Ayala down.

Ayala produced most of the “wow” moments in the match, which made Lopez’s eventual victory all the more remarkable. I was amazed at Lopez’s toughness, and found it hard to picture any other fighter standing up to Ayala’s attack.

Reaction

If you’re a boxing fan, you owe it to yourself to look this one up. Aside from the spectacle of the thing itself, one can’t help but wonder how today’s fighters would have fared against either man. (Consider that Lopez fought just 3 months before, and again 3 months after, this 15 round war.)

I scored the 14 rounds preceding the KO 134-130 for Lopez, but there were many, many close rounds, and I can’t argue too strenuously with the judge who saw it 131-134 for Ayala. In fact, I wonder if my vague knowledge of the fight’s outcome (I knew Lopez won, but not how) might not have shaded my scoring to some extent.

Lopez retired shortly after this fight, making one more successful title defense, then losing a pair of late TKOs to Salvador Sanchez. (A bizarre and ill-considered 1-fight return in 1992 is best ignored.) Although Ayala would retire with a slightly better record (45-6) than Lopez (42-6), he never broke through to capture a major world title.

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Retrospective

Editorial Note: In April, I took a month off in Medellin. For me, this meant an interesting and diverting month. For you, this means 30 days of posts about my vacation. I’ll try to make them somewhat amusing.

I eventually returned home without mishap, although it was a close run thing: As the plane pushed back from the gate at MIA, it’s APU died. I felt sure that I would be stuck in Miami for hours, if not overnight, but I was in luck: The plane rolled back to the gate, the APU was restarted, and takeoff went as scheduled.

Further drama ensued as the plane’s drinking water supply failed in mid-flight. There was loose talk of stopping at DFW, where we might have been delayed for hours, but the pilot happily elected to ignore the problem and continue on to SFO. By the time we landed (a few minutes early) I was happy to have drawn that pilot, and not the sort of scaredy-cat who will land the plane just because it isn’t working quite right.

Now that I’ve returned, I can tell you that I miss Colombia already. I’m going back for the 2012 Feria de las Flores. In the meantime, I’m going to work on my Spanish.

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Escape from Medellin

Editorial Note: In April, I took a month off in Medellin. For me, this meant an interesting and diverting month. For you, this means 30 days of posts about my vacation. I’ll try to make them somewhat amusing.

All good things must come to an end, and today I had to leave Medellin. I have mixed feelings; on the one hand, I’m looking forward to getting back to work, and to being able to once again easily communicate with people. On the other, Colombians are nice people in almost exactly the way that Californians aren’t. Being around Colombians makes me feel like I should try to be nicer, too.

But all that aside, I wanted to present a brief and practical (if somewhat vague) guide to navigating your exit from Colombia via MDE. You can stumble your way through without this, of course, but maybe you’d like to know what to expect.

The Line

First of all, there’s going to be a line to check in. It might be long, or it might be really long, but there’s going to be a line. This means that the “arrive two hours before your flight’s scheduled departure” rule is actually a pretty good one in this case.

At the back of this line is you, and at the head are the checkin counters. In between are airline girl and cop guy. Airline girl’s job seems to be to send you over to the DAS counter if your exit taxes were included in your ticket price, as they usually are. The cool part is that airline girl also lets you cut back into the middle of the line at her station after your return from DAS-ville.

DAS

Airline girl will give you a little printout and wave you vaguely in the direction of the DAS folks. If you’re lucky, someone immediately ahead of you will get sent to the same place (it’s pretty common) so you can just follow him. At the DAS counter you show the DAS folks your printout, passport, etc. and they’ll give you a little slip of paper. This slip of paper has something to do with you not having to pay any more fees. They’ll also put a stamp in your passport. It’s not an exit stamp (that comes later) and your guess is as good as (probably better than) mine as to what it means. It seems like a good thing to get, though.

A side note about DAS: By some accounts DAS staff are the one group of people in Colombia that will give you a hard time about language: It’s all Spanish, all the time, apparently as a point of principle. (In other cases your strange gringo tongue may not get you anywhere, but this is simply due to its unpopularity, and not your interlocutor’s stubbornness.) So it’s probably best not to get too creative during your interactions with them.

Checkin

Anyway, after you deal with DAS and cut back into line at airline girl’s desk you will (slowly) make your way to the checkin counters. Along the way you show your documents to cop guy, who eyeballs them but doesn’t do anything else. (Maybe he tells you if you’re missing something?)

At the checkin counter they collect the DAS slip, which you never see again. They also give you your boarding pass(es), and quiz you about your luggage. (Who packed it? When? Where? Does it contain any battery powered devices? How long have you owned them? Have you ever sent them out to be repaired?) Mercifully, they do this in English if you’ve got a US passport.

Security

It’s not super-obvious where to go after checkin. In fact, you head for the “International Departures” doorway, and not towards a gate number as in other airports. Following other people who look like they know where they’re going (and have foreign passports) works well here, too. Of course, between you and your gate lies the security screening.

As ostentatious as Colombians are about security, you know what they don’t do? They don’t make you take off your shoes, and they don’t use backscatter imaging, because they’re not morons. Hand-searches of luggage are more common, but they’re polite and quick.

Emigration

Then it’s off to emigration, where you actually get your exit stamp. Along the way there’s another of those Colombian pat-downs, where they check if you’re carrying C4 strapped around your waist, but evince no interest in the contents of your overstuffed pockets.

Emigration itself looks like the mirror image of immigration: A guy in a booth asks you a few questions, then stamps your passport.

After emigration, you reach the gate. During boarding at the gate they rifle through your luggage one last time, after quizzing you about whether or not it’s been out of your control, etc. Assuming all is as it should be, congratulations! You’ve successfully navigated the procedure required to escape from Colombia.

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Colombianas

Editorial Note: In April, I took a month off in Medellin. For me, this meant an interesting and diverting month. For you, this means 30 days of posts about my vacation. I’ll try to make them somewhat amusing.

No account of a trip to Colombia would be complete without at least a brief note on the subject of Colombianas. There are 4 countries in Latin America which enjoy a reputation for women of unusual beauty: Colombia, Venezuela, Brazil, and Argentina. (B-girls may be getting by, to a large extent, on personality.)

Colombianas are, of course, normally distributed along the axis of beauty, but that distribution does seem shifted in the direction of greater pulchritude by about 10%. More significantly, Colombianas seem to really enjoy being women, and that counts for a lot.

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Vocabulary

Editorial Note: In April, I took a month off in Medellin. For me, this meant an interesting and diverting month. For you, this means 30 days of posts about my vacation. I’ll try to make them somewhat amusing.

I did learn a few new words during my trip, and two of the most interesting were palanca and rosca. Both are related to the somewhat clubby was business is done in Colombia.

Palanca

Literally translated, una palanca is a lever. Idiomatically, this refers to a connection inside a company or other organization who can help you get a job (or, I’m extrapolating, something else that you might want). I’m told that, absent such connections, it can be a little difficult for Joe Random Colombiano to make his way in the world.

Rosca

Rosca is a peculiar word. It literally refers to the threading of, e.g., a screw or (as it was explained to me) a bottle top. This serves as a metaphor for a circle of friends who help one another to advance up the professional (or political, etc.) ranks through long-term mutual favor-granting. The imagery of a cap slowly climbing the neck of a bottle as it turns round and round strikes me as quite poetic. I especially like the fact that the lever and the screw are both simple machines.

Corruption

As these examples demonstrate, some Colombians can be a little cynical about their country (underneath their defensiveness about its reputation). I didn’t have the heart to tell them about Goldman Sachs, AIG, TARP, and QE2.

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